François, a bachelor in his forties, joins his childhood friend Leo, a gentle high energy mythomaniac, with whom he spent time in a summer camp 25 years earlier. Together they decide to go to Grenoble to find Le Kunch, the third protagonist of their teenage capers.

A rare filmmaker (with only three films to his name), Jean-François Stévenin has weaved a very singular world far from beaten tracks. Seven years after the Jura roads of Passe Montagne, he returns with this surprising journey where the characters drift in search of bygone times, co-written by Jackie Berroyer taking his first steps in cinema.

Jackie Berroyer

I had seen Passe Montagne, Jean-François Stévenin’s first film. Seen it twice even, because it’s even better the second time, maybe because its atmosphere and poetry matter more than its plot. In fact if you haven’t seen it yet, I suggest you start with the second viewing. I like Stévenin’s movies, he’s really got the knack, but he doesn’t make enough films. Take German director Fassbinder - and don’t forget to return him- with or without means, he was always filming ; I told Stévenin “You should Fassbinderize yourself”, but I have no authority over him.